The old gypsy woman was very clear with her
instructions. I had to open the bottle
up at exactly midnight. The potion had
to air out for precisely five shakes of a baby lambs tail. Once ready it needed to be immediately be
poured into an ancient Grecian kylix that had never been used. The intended subject needed to drink the
entire cups worth between the sun touching the horizon and the sun fully
setting.
If all of these instructions were completely and flawlessly
followed the subject would be transformed into my ideal lover. If any variance occurred no matter how minor,
I would end up as that idealized woman myself.
I bowed to the gypsy and promised to come back in a fortnight to tell
her how it went.
Two weeks later I walked into the gypsy’s tent. My long reddish brown hair was cascading down
my nude body and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get that smile off of my
face. The gypsy seemed concerned and
patted my hand as she asked what had gone wrong. She had me lay out exactly what I did. I
couldn’t help but giggle as I told her that sometime yesterday afternoon I
opened up the potion. I immediately poured
it into a slightly used red solo cup and handed it off to my ex-girlfriend
where she took a single sip and then poured the rest down the drain.
The gypsy’s face was aghast as my smile got wider and said “Look,
you were going to charge me twenty five thousand dollars to change me into a
woman. But it only cost me a cool two
grand to make up this half assed spell with a bad curse. I gave it a try and figured that if it worked
and I got back together with my ex that would be fine. But hey, I got precisely what I wanted! Thanks lady!”
source: fuskator
Hmmmm, I still think that the buyer beware! It isn't too often that someone gets one over on an old gypsy!
ReplyDeleteSo very clever with this one.
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